Author's Note: I would like to thank all my readers in support of the first chapter. I am not sure if this is a typical story or if this would appeal to all readers, so do feel free to let me know what you think of this story. If it's not exactly what you would like to read, I would stop posting further chapters. Writing is a hobby, and I must admit that I c...
Dedicated to my Lord Justin who brought out the maiden in me. A young maiden was walking along the road one late autumn afternoon. The trees were thick on both sides. The shadows were beginning to lengthen and you could feel a chill in the air. Between the thick carpet of fallen leaves and the density of the trees the road seemed to narrow; or perhaps it...
I am not a cliché aficionado but one stands out in my mind, "do not wish for something unless you are prepared for it to come true." Before talking about why this cliché stands out, I will introduce myself and provide some background. Jennifer is my full name but many people call me Jenny. Currently, I am 40 years old, l I do free lance advertising and livin...
The medic and the Russian had stopped for the night. Bearing in mind that he was a city boy, the Russian was not so squeamish, the medic though. If he had to walk, he walked, if he had to sleep, beneath the sky, on the dirt, he slept. Even the medic was a city man, but he had more experience about the life in that country. Especially about how much it took t...
Rata came awake slowly. The first thing she noticed were the warm waters lapping at her skin. She smiled and relaxed back into its welcoming and healing depths. That was when she noticed the soft gentle embrace. The ample breasts pillowed her throbbing head. Breasts that had comforted her for hundreds of cycles. It took all of her effort to force her heavy...
This stand-alone story starts the morning after "Dara Is Instructed By Her Husband" which in turn follows "Dara Fishes For A Husband." Reading those stories is suggested but not required, most of the same characters are in all three. For the convenience of those who read the other stories, the chapters are numbered sequentially. Dara has caught Sung Ro, wit...
Chapter 1—Death's Call March 7, 1819 Yet died he by a stranger's hand,And stranger in his native land;"The Giaour" by Lord Byron His skin was almost as pale as mine, except he had blue veins running full of blood beneath his flesh. I could not have known if he actually thought of me as corporeal or as a malady of his senses. Regardless, we had spoken at l...
Moving from Oklahoma to be with my widowed father was difficult. On the one hand I was unhappy to leave four close friends behind. On the other, because of my divorce it was not that difficult, particularly when I learned dozens of friends and acquaintances had known about Wyatt's affairs. What hurt even more was that one of those four friends not only knew...
The following story is a slow build. There is no real sex in the entire first chapter. Enjoy! Everyone is at least 18. ***** Amy was an unusual teen girl. While all her friends obsessed about boys and sex, she was nearly indifferent to the whole thing. It was not that she did not have sexual urges. It was more that her priorities were school and learning...
Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember, this is a NOVEL! * 18. Winners and Losers and Winners "He is losing too much blood; we...